I lie still…
game breeze
combs my hair
☯
I’m a poor host–
some of my books
can’t stand up straight
☯
Rain…?
Or just wind
clacking the leaves?
☯
Slow July…
water pauses
in the sink
☯
Downtown Jesus…
spiderweb,
cheek to shoulder
☯
Lying flat…
hoping to catch
galactic drift
☯
That gravel beach,
instantly damp–
dog shaking off
☯
Evening courtyard…
dachshund squeaks
beyond the fence
☯
Afternoon shade…
pigeon pecks
between street seams
☯
Monday–
truck roars, confident
for the week
☯
Late July…
two dandelion seeds
dance the wind
☯
Switch off the alarm!
perforce, to save
one dream
☯
